I've been reading your poetry for a long time, but only recently discovered Beyond The Pale. It's given me a lot of pleasure, so thank you and please accept my best wishes for a very fine 2010. Curtis Roberts

Two further thoughts, or aspects of one: could it be useful to consider the poems in your sequence as like the plankton foam bubbles seen in the Zinkova photos, containing: elements of the random ("nature"); and also, elements of selection (framing); and too those surprising ever-changing evanescent moments of something curiously close to the personal (the photographer's reflection changing slightly yet perceptibly from foam bubble to foam bubble)?

In this way your sequence might be seen as a self-interfering system.

My other (related) thought was to enquire whether you've ever played in the Quenaudian sonnet-generating game, based on Cent Mille Milliards de Poèmes? The last time I went and ran my cursor over a few lines I found I had in a few moments added some dozens to the total of sonnets so far generated, which now stands at some 380,000.

Of course there is neither mind nor landscape nor music in that project, unless those things enter by accident, like plankton bubbles lost on a freeway, so I suppose it's technically "no contest". (And then too in this comparative numbers game I am fancying, you have the "handicap" of being merely a single [self]-interfering-generator.)

Thanks for all such thoughts, Tom! Does make sense, "the photographer's reflection changing slightly yet perceptibly from foam bubble to foam bubble" -- "self interfering system" (and now I will think further about this. . . .